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My love, I was just praying when the Holy Spirit put you in my mind; did I ever tell you that you are stupid fine!?

I was envisioning us playing in the snow, please my love; don’t forget to bring that special glow!

We would now have snowball fights, but I promise not to aim at your Spirit -filled eyes!

We would now slide down the hill in our sled, we would pretend it to be our bed!

You begin to get cold, so we start to go home,

Our apartment is intermate and warm, I would now close the door and score!

Mrs.Q, you do know this is for you right?

There’s no wedding bouquet, no hook for shared house keys,
Just the tug and pull of dirt’s magnetic lines.
Despite the purple puff of tired eyes
The evening stands tall, as
Up and down fingers run
Along hidden steps that mark the sweated, day-heavy spine.

As if a crumbling shed burnt down,
The ashes scoured, harvested for nails,
Each night those trickles of silver, handled
Just so,
Pin me back up and I’m brand new,
And I’m brand new, and I’m

A heart figure, burning
Just so,
Whilst we rage and beat
And hunger and sleep,
Until waking early morning,
Our singular shadow throws itself around the room.

We separate throughout the day,
And I’m moving towards another night
With you in darkness.
A darkness where you clot your ink
In spaces shaken, and once shook,
They become that darkness in which
You see through touch.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it? I mean just look at it! What a simple yet so complex piece of – dare I say – art!” she says to no one, her delicate but strong hands wrapped around a mug of steaming hot cocoa with three marshmallows floating lazily around the chocolaty lake. The rim is permanently stained from years of her soft, lipstick-stained lips kissing the cup. She boards the subway of her thoughts which continues on its rails as she sits by her only window in her apartment. She enjoys being able to mentally wander the way Dionysus once wandered in search of nothing until he was taken by the worst of all his creatures: man. As her mental subway travels along, they stop at platforms in her memories, and she watches. From Halloween parties to first kisses to the first time she let herself be taken. All of a sudden, her train car stops, and she steps off. She sees trees form as the platform fades away to a grand forest, and she feels herself shrink. Her eyes tear up as the memory sneaks upon her, and she takes the place of the little girl.

She looks around frantically and knows she is lost. And just as she tries to control her breathing, a monster breathes fire onto her blanket. The little girl tries to run. She runs and runs and as her thoughts race, her nose flares. Her ears pick up on the sound of her tears falling into her hot chocolate, throwing off its balance of chocolate and marshmallow. Just as her hands slowly, mechanically move the mug to her lips, the monster finally catches her. Her vision is flooded with the sight of rotten leaves and decaying pumpkins. There is fire, and there is smoke. Her arms and legs ache as her flesh melts away, leaving only a skeleton with bruised and broken bones. She shrieks with no vocal cords. But her angel in blue arrives, and her flesh reforms, though her wounds yet pulse with pain. The image of this angel fills her mind’s eye, so she breaks from the monster’s grip and sees it for what it is. It does not exist.

And this battle is only waged in her mind. The only things changing in reality are her expressions as she watches the flames burn below her. She finishes her hot cocoa, leaving the mug to hover on the edge of her bottom lip which trembles faintly.

She’s back to the present as she hears her blue angel say: “Goddamn, did those kids start another fire in the old Applebee’s again? I swear to God, they are gonna end up catching that building on fire.” The angel walks to the woman with the mug, woven in a purple blanket, lost to the window which has a view of nothing but Applebee’s. She wraps her arms around her waist.

They sit this way together as they both watch silently as firefighters arrive to put out the fire.

The day smiles to my window so happily,
As I sip a cup of fresh milk,
The hot beverage spoke so silently,
Never felt it unlike smooth silk;
Like my love who I never truced,
I fought gravity as to fight with him,
Never to fall for him in the first place,
Ever since the start of this flame;
I never felt the fall of snow,
The fireplace kept me warm in every nightfall,
There’s a thing he needs to know,
Never to smash our photo frame to the wall;
We fought once or a thousand twice,
He spilled his coffee on the floor,
Spoke badly words or lies,
Slammed when he left the door;
There’s one night we had a fight again,
He said he’d leave this time,
But when I cried, he came to me and then,
Closed his doors of anger, took his baggage back
before morning arises;
We kissed and made out,
Same old things as usual,
Await for either one of us to speak out,
Then, held my hand to make it casual:
I said,”Passed this morning, I realized,
This love though on the edge of crumbling,
If we exchanged everyday smiles,
Would be a love everlasting.”
He kissed me by the cheek and replied,
“I’m sorry for every fault or blunder.
I swear this time our love won’t be denied.
‘Til time will cease and love, then, will promise forever,
Though talking to the night is like talking to goodbye.”

Miles away from you and the shade of pines,
Memories painted by a brush dipped in the lilac skies,
Intoxicated with stars, we had shared drops of wine.

Souls and hearts, like fingers, intertwined.
I can’t fathom what separates us- time or the miles?
It must have been love that just wasn’t destined.

Miles away from protecting your smile so benign,
Old dreams still linger where an obscure carcass lies,
Follow the faint echoes, if you shall care to find.

And if you do, bury it under stars which shine.
Lend it a little light from your sweetest smile,
Lay it underneath stars less faulty than mine.

A place we both know, a design in our mind.
That memorable meadow, the greenest mile,
Should you falter, your heart still knows the signs.

On my tombstone, etch words of the final goodbye-
“The pastures, as green as my promises are”,
Inscribe them with love and not a scalpel of lies,
And that shall be a closure for my demise.

Or Deam Pulchritudinem

Mother thou art superior,
The whole world under the shadow,
Of thy majestic valour.
Thou art the new morrow.

O When I visualised,
Thy visage, which had charm,
Of Freyja. I was astonished,
To venerate thy ecstatic glam.

That was magnificently emitting,
From the face of Jove.
I was motionless. Glowing,
Was her heavenly cloak,

Which embraced the soul,
Of enchanted beauty. Though,
I had only glimpse single,
To portrait her with blood.

She had the beam of Hera,
Which enamoured the heath.
With the thousand flora,
Of rapture. Like blossom spring.

I went to the woods,
To get Psyche’s girdle.
To fill the water of brook,
Into my heart’s vessel.

The offerings will be placed,
On alter of thee, O Mother.
The prayers will be chanted.
Celestial bliss of Jupiter,

Will be rained, flow of river.
Harp will be tuned again.
The sash will be appeared in colour,
Doves will bring message golden,

Of tranquillity, the matter,
Will become a testimony,
Of thy glory, O Mother.
Fauns and Satyr will accompany,

The journey of wheel.
Like the tide of great sea,
I’ll be seen kneel.
In front of thee, O Goddess of Beauty.

We step in still undressing
The time to take on risk
Running out

Her hands are small like mine
Half of our fingers interlaced
Her other five wrapped around an orange–
Bright like bait and sweet as a strategy;
Palm-shaped and water-full

The steam carries the citric mist
Hissing when we crack it open
We let the peel fall
Resting around our feet
Like the butchered map of a round world

And we eat like
It’s the only thing we can say to our ancestors
Divided by everything flowing and breaking in the earth
And we eat like
3000 years of guilt
Is gathering in the drain

We hold each other while the window rattles
While something small inside us shivers
And I know
God will find the goodness between us
In the same unconditional way
I must love everyone to love someone shifting
And I know
Evolution will find a purpose within us
In the same unthinking way
It lets things live that are good at living

But we do not ask permission to be enticed
We let the stickiness spill
And trust the falling water to keep us clean

I think I’m falling in love like they do in the movies
Or romcoms or something like that
Not just because when we lock eyes and I start feeling butterflies
But because for once in my life my head and my heart are in agreement
And the rain is romantic and not inconvenient

He has those eyes that mesmerise me like fireflies in the sky
He says I’m out of his league but that just leaves me more intrigued
Because I’m falling more in love with him with every passing day

So if I’m falling in love like they do in the movies
That would make sense
I’m kind of shy but he’s the kind of guy to always speak his mind
He’s kind
And if I could I’d press rewind to live every moment with him one more time

I have my faults and I know where they fall,
but when I overthink it all, he over explains
Over and over again
Reassuring me with the: “that’s not true, I love every side of you.”
In every possible future in any possible universe
I see myself beside him, for better or worse
And this has been in the back of my mind for quite some time but
it’s always been you, even before I knew that to be true

I’m falling in love like they do in the movies,
I know I didn’t exactly follow the script
But so far, we’ve had some real fun with it

He still gives me butterflies and they constantly multiply
I know we aren’t following a typical storyline
And I’ve definitely kissed him at some inappropriate times
But surprise, that’s okay, because we can improvise

I’ve been remembering.
A time when you and I
were all each other needed.
You were all I wanted.

But all we do now is scream and shout
for days and nights, with burning
throats— our love gasoline.
The words turn darker as they
scorch our minds and souls,
too late to be taken back.

Now the black tar in my stomach
stirs with satisfaction.
And I feel sickness
as the pain in my chest grows.